The Seed That Grew

Once a girl had an ieda......

She rolled it......

Felt the shape of it......

Tasted it......

When she could weight it

in her hands, she took it

and put it into the earth

The earth was soft and welcoming.

She made it a bed there.

She covered it over with the ideas that had come before

Warmed it with her heart

and belief that it could be...

Something tall...

Something wild...

Something beautiful

She watered it with her sweat, as she

worked the soil...

Supporting the precious roots......

The strong green stalk 

that pushed faithfully 

up......

Towards the sky that knew

no limit.

Towards a point

that was not fixed, but

vast and unknown...

Except from the beating of

heart and the pulsing of blood;

the whisper of wind

in branches

and the churn of oceans and lakes.

Towards earnest,

undiscovered terrain,

up the stalk pressed and persistedm,

encouraged all along by the girl.

And when it reached the place perfect for it, it knew what to do,

without her.